The Culture of Death stripped of its Glamour.

This is a powerful testimony about the culture of death and its lies I read over at Very powerful.

I was raised in a Socialist household. The only religious instruction I received was in the doctrines of the Socialist faith. The only advice I ever received on mariage can be summed up in a single word: Don’t.

I lived for four years (1989-1993) with a young woman in Halifax. Our lifestyle involved large amounts of illegal drugs. The break-up was quite nasty and invloved her entire family. Her father also left, shortly after I did, and I encouraged him, just to hurt her. He has hardly spoken to her since. He left her mother and younger brother at home. Her mother died of breast cancer a few years later. Her brother, then 20 and left by himself in the family home, started drinking heavily and eventually set the place on fire by accident. Her father got involved with a younger woman, a crack addict, which led directly to his mother’s death and his own ruin.

I moved to Toronto and cohabited for another three years (1994-1997) with another woman. She was a volunteer at Casey House (an AIDS hospice) and founded a charity which organised regular comedy benefits to raise money for various AIDS related charities. I was the Treasurer, and did a lot of other work besides. I don’t like the word “gay” used in the context of homosexuality. Like “queer” it is a perfectly useful word which has nothing to do with the real issue raised in a later post: the practice of sodomy. People who take it up the back door tend to die young, from horrible diseases or from complications arising from other aspects of that lifestyle. That they are often very bright, kind-hearted people, and that they leave no copies of themselves, does not make thier suffering and untimely deaths less heartbreaking. But I digress. I left that woman in the spring of 1997. I was unhappy with Socialism and was beginning to reject the doctrines of that faith. She was a true believer. We disagreed on a number of things, not least our opinions on sodomy. I got back together with her briefly in 1998, but left again in the spring. She was very persistent. She would not let me go. On September 30 of that year she jumped in front of a TTC train at Main Station. There were causes other than my departure, but nevertheless, I was not there. Over 500 attended her funeral. That day was rock bottom for me, the worst day of my life. Her father’s family had always treated me as one of their own. Her father had often encouraged me to marry her. She was his only child. I could not face him.

My experiences in the decade since have only convinced me more of the folly of our ways. I believe the relevant quotes from scripture are “By thier fruits shall ye know them”, and “The wages of sin are death.”

The worst part of today’s fashion for cohabitation is not simply death, disease, etc. It is the lack of devotion it shows. The lack of committment. It is not no matter what. If you are with someone, and it isn’t to the death, then what is it? Till you get bored? Till they get cancer? Till you meet someone better? Would you want a mate who will bail at the first hint of trouble?

It has become popular to mistake romantic passion for love, a notion encouraged by Socialist novelists and movie makers. Romantic passion is not love. The older, more traditional stories we have show this: like Romeo and Juliet, the protagonists always die at the end. Socialists are very much into romantic passion, but offer very little in the way of love.

I am not (yet) a Christian, but I have become quite fond of Christians. Thier rules make sense. They seem to me to be grounded in a profound understanding of human nature, an understanding which Socialism lacks. Thier rules make sense even when taken from a godless, “scientific” point of view. Leviticus, for instance, tells us that if we sleep with one woman, we should not also sleep with her mom, her sister, or her daughter. lol. Yeah. I’d love to meet the guy who figured that one out the hard way. The ancients may not have known what e.coli was, or ever seen one under a microscope, but they still knew enough to ban pork. Pig poop near the water supply = death. It sometimes still does, even today, with chlorinated water. Does it matter, to the dead, if the cause of death is listed as “bacteria” or “divine punishment”?

Christian rules on sex predate penicillin. True we had a nice 40-odd years when you could sleep with anyone, any way, and not die from it. The latter half of this 40 year period saw the invention of the pill, so even pregnancy was not a problem. They called it “The Sexual Revolution”. That 40 year period ended in the 80s, and protection from disease did not in any way mitigate the disasters and emotional trauma visited upon our families by divorce, latchkey kids, and single parenthood. The old time-tested rules are once again the safest and best. Break them at your own risk. This is not a question of moral or immoral. It is a simple question of survival.

The late Pope, John Paul, was visiting his newly liberated home town when he delivered what may be his most famous line: “Embrace not the culture of death.” He was dead right, and deadly serious.

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